I am alone, trudging through the barren desert. I don't know where I came from, nor where I am going. I know this is my dream, a dream that I can never escape.
This is a familiar world - a pitch-black sky, devoid of sunlight throughout the year, with only three bright moons hanging above. No matter how time changes, they never move, seemingly fixed there, from the beginning till eternity.
The barren land is covered with endless yellow sand and over it are billions of ghastly, glaring white bones. Rusty swords and broken shields still firmly gripped in the hands of the skeletons, seemingly ready to attack any enemies that come their way. However, that's just a seeming. They are indeed mere skeletons, and can no longer rise. The fragments of the evil god's soul have been dealt a heavy blow, their resurrection power fading. All the white bones lay on the ground, like ordinary bodies, silent and harmless.
